Lord of the Mysteries

Behind the door was a bare-chested man with a hideous blue sea serpent tattooed on his arm and short streaks of red paint painted on the sides of his cheeks, chest, and abdomen, each group formed out of three streaks.

Really exotic… However, aren’t you afraid of being too conspicuous? Aren’t you afraid of being caught by the police while you’re outside? You’re part of the Resistance that engages in secret operations! Klein was about to retract his gaze when he was almost forced to frown by the man’s thick, messy eyebrows and cold-blooded eyes.

He has killed many people… Klein made a rough judgment based on his spiritual intuition.

Honestly speaking, due to his previous life’s identity and knowledge, he initially held a lot of sympathy for the rebels under colonial rule. However, after hearing that the man and the followers of the Sea God Kalvetua basically engaged in the same acts, he became even more wary and repulsed.

This wasn’t to say that he discriminated against the local faith, but rather, he understood that the traditional faith of all the colonial islands was still in a primitive stage that believed in sacrifice. They worshiped with food and blood, using living sacrifices, and were still in a state of complete ignorance.

In addition, with the experiences of the Emperor and myself, the Beyonder nature of this world is filled with madness and twistedness. A “deity” still in the primitive stage of sacrifice is basically unable to resist this trend. It’s quite obvious what kind of style they follow… Without a word, Klein followed Danitz into the room.

“Edmonton, who’s here?” A mild voice sounded from the area near the windows.

The tattooed man closed the door and said, “They’ve disguised themselves.”

At that moment, Klein had taken a good look at the situation in the room and gained a basic understanding of it.

The living room wasn’t very large. A cupboard, a table, and a few chairs were enough to make it look cramped.

To the right were two doors leading to what appeared to be a bedroom; to the left was a “kitchen” separated by a cabinet. As for the washroom, there was no doubt that there wasn’t one. When Klein went upstairs, he discovered that there was a common washroom at the corner of each flight of stairs. The stench of them not being washed for extended periods of time urged any passersby to walk up faster.

Directly in front of him was a window. Two bamboo poles hung out and were used to hang a lot of clothes to dry.

There were four or five men sitting or standing in the bedroom’s doorway and the living room. All of them were dark-skinned natives with slightly curly hair. They wore dark blue Taraba shirts and more or less had red paint on their bare skin, and as for the sea serpent tattoo, Klein couldn’t tell if it was there or not because of the clothing.

Some of them had revolvers at their waists, some carrying brownish-red hunting rifles. Some even carried gray steel backpacks and long, thick high-pressure steam rifles. They formed a semicircle around Danitz and Klein, who had just entered the room.

The person who spoke was a wheelchair-bound man in his forties. He wore a jacket and had a blanket over his knees.

He had a shaved head, a slightly green beard on both sides of his face, and his dark brown eyes were calm and collected.

He glanced at his visitor and slowly smiled.

“Blazing.”

Danitz was stunned for a moment before forcing out a laugh.

“Kalat, you have a good eye.”

Dogshit! Am I so bad at disguising myself? he roared inwardly, unwilling to accept the fact.

Kalat ignored Blazing’s insincere praise and instead, chuckled.

that you killed Steel and

would they be dead?”

his gaze to Klein,

Blood Brambles Hendry, much less Steel Maveti.

he looked into Klein’s eyes, he didn’t

He signaled to Edmonton

are you doing here?” Kalat didn’t pursue

nod of affirmation, he replied, “Here to see what good

a table and said, “It’s all

strange and different items laid out, including a whistle made of bone, a simple and crude bagpipe, an iron-black leaf, and

and Danitz to examine the items,

you can freely choose an item

foreigners, they aren’t mystical objects, but they all have

having no intention of

the blanket that extended to his knees and took

out where they

you can catch them directly, you

lifelike portraits, including a lady with

Klein recognised who the Resistance was looking for

archaeologist and adventurer he had met last night and had boarded the same ship with this morning. She was suspected to be a

closely for two

he had seen her

had shown it in

in the afternoon, and we’re already bumping into something relevant in the evening… Isn’t he too resourceful at gathering

very experienced in this

There was a snake last night… The image of the Sea God is that of a gigantic sea serpent… Klein superimposed the two matters together and quickly came to a

in the forgotten temple in the ancient forest of Symeem Island.

he gave a perfunctory reply, “I’ll keep an eye

get myself involved in matters related to evil spirits. Of course, if it’s necessary, then I will report it to the officials…

a look first and see if there’s

he made his selection when he suddenly sensed something and subconsciously looked towards

was slightly longer than a forearm and had a

his right hand in an attempt to pick up the sharp bone sword, that was placed right at the front, to carefully examine

bone sword, cries of despair and pain suddenly echoed in his mind. A thick stench of blood faintly appeared at the tip

forehead ached, as though he had been pierced by

not a simple item… Klein, who had experienced things far more intense before,

resisted the urge to activate his Spirit Vision, afraid that he would

smile, “This bone sword is

brows immediately, and then he said in a deep voice,

he was even planning on buying the bone sword and researching it above the gray fog. However, the fact that the man promoted it